conquering the insubstantial

i remember well: i was not even ten

and my brother in teen

you taught me to beat the devil

conquering the insubstantial

as we walked in the dark

where non-stop the dogs bark!

now i take rest in the thought:

to come out too late, i ought

not, lest my daughter fear the devil

when one, for sure, she finds

in this land where two are absent:

dogs that bark

and nights that are dark

henry victor     29.10.2002